Nightbreed

[Hook: Sampled]
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot

[Verse 1: K-fix]
Yeah, Fix nigga
Coming and shedding my mind
Gimme the .9, making my niggas sublime
Full of the pine, don't be talking the shit, nigga, unless you willing to die
Fools to be getting to flying, all of my enemies finna be hit with the .9
Chopping their bitches and dropping them niggas all up in the ditches, I'm bucking 'em down
Ain't fucking around, I'm sicker than them and I'm packing the metal, I bet I'ma dead 'em
I'm devilish, and I'ma wet 'em; instead of a gun, a machete gon' hack off a piece (just 'cause I'm a beast)
I'm ready and willing to get 'em because I'm a villain and chilling in front the crib where they living, as soon as they coming I'm poppin' and put 'em to sleep
It’s Krucifix up on the throne and I’m packin’ a Chrome and I bet I’ma stay on the creep
I’m packin’ and hecklin’, what is embedded, a Predator, bet I’ma prey on the weak
I’m fiendin’ for death every day of the week
Because I’m a nemesis, ready to get ‘em and fill ‘em with venom
The bullets will riddle ‘em, hit ‘em, my nigga, don’t play with a G
You fuckin’ around with a killa, my nigga, that’s sicker than syphilis
Grippin’ the Smith and it's finna get buck when I come on the premises
Hop on a track and I’m finna be takin’ it, killin’ it, rippin’ it, keep it authentic
You fakin’, I’m livin’ it, what you be spittin’, I’m really off in it; the blood, I’ma spill it
I’m poppin’ ‘em, watchin’ ‘em lay on a tree
And then they be dippin’ and catchin’ my cut
Ain’t leavin’ the premises, up in the truck
And I’m headin’ right back to the hideaway right away, leavin’ no evidence, fuckin’ ‘em up
I'm as sick as a fool and I'm gripping the tool
And I'm ready to run, they gon’ duck when I buck ‘cause I’m packin’ official artillery, finna get with it, them bitches be bakin’ in dust
I’m ready for drama, so what’s up?
Trippin’, the gun’ll go buck-buck
?Send on a hundred pals? and I’ma come and I get ‘em, my nigga, you fucked up
Murder a menace, I’m bringin’ it ‘cause I’m a demon, I’m sinkin’ my teeth into meat
I’ma ?hit on this, stay gettin’? full of the weed and I’m creepin’ and leavin’ a busta
Steady be thinkin’ of devilish thoughts ‘cause I’m a wizard, I’m breakin’ ‘em all
Puttin’ ‘em up in the freezer, then choppin’ ‘em up into pieces and leavin’ ‘em lost
Throwin’ their bodies all up in trunk when I knock ‘em out, leak ‘em, he’s hit with the pump
And I’m bringin’ the heat with the gun, I’ma reach up and comin’ so lethal, believe what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Totin’ ‘em thangs, like what'll blow out your brains when I’m aimin’
Then knockin’ ‘em off of the mountain, I’m takin’ up off of the surface
Broken Halo Entertainment
Finna murder the game if it’s [?], we puttin’ the bodies all up in a hearse

[Verse 2: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm pulling the gun and shining the laser
Cocking and aiming it right at your head and I'm putting a dot on ya head and I'm poppin' the lead and I'm droppin' ya right where you stand
Fuck with the DNA, promise you all I'll be taking your skill and I'm playing "keep-a-way"
Either way, you don't really wanna get it started, I hop in the car and I'm ready to kill, it's me and Fix
Shining the red dot on all the haters whose running their mouth
If somebody commenting all on my page with the bullshit, I'm poppin' 'em right in the mouth
Then I'm droppin' 'em off in the trunk of my car and I'm taking 'em far to place where I get out and park and I bury they body deep off in the woods in the night up under the stars
Where I'm chillin' and felling the moment, just taking it in like I'm taking that hit of the pipe
But I don't be needing the smoke in my lungs to be getting it done
And I feel like I cum every time that I murder a wanna-be artist with lyrical methods
Created a sicker establishment, stabbing the bitches who wanna be battling, that's how I be feeling inside
And I'm coming to start the confusion
Poppin' them all in the chest 'til they're oozing
Making a mess of their tattoos, it's hard for you not to be losing, I'm-
Ready to ride, ready to die, ready to kill someone tonight
When I hop in the booth and I'm grabbing the mic and I'm spitting the lyrical lightspeed
You're nothing to me and I'm proving it now, so ya better be backing it up from the way that I do it, easily murdering anyone steppin' up into my path
I come with the tactical ammo, I'm loading it up in the gun and I'm ready to blast
Sprinkle the bodies all over the ground, I promise you homicide, gonna wanna ask 'who did it?'
If somebody go in there snitching, I promise you I'm gonna murder you
Pull out my dick and I stick it all up in ya bitch and I'm making her cum while she's screaming, she begging me 'stop!'
But I'm not gonna stop it, I shove it in deeper and deeper, the deeper I get-
The wetter she getting, she feeling all over my body, she probably wanting to marry me
All you rappers runnin' your mouth, it's plain and clear ya scared of me
Me and Fix hop on this mic bury the competition
Carry the coffin like pallbearers, all y'all scared of the way that we do it
We spewing the fluid up out of our mouth like aliens, leaving ya clueless
Taking the halo then breaking the halo and turning it into some horns?
That's not for me, I hop on the beat and I do it for God, it was swore
Don't get it twisted, you don't wanna miss it, we choppin' 'em up and them locking 'em up in a box
And we dropping 'em off in the deepest part of the ocean, I'm hoping they getting the picture like Polaroid
Told the boy I was a veteran, nobody bringing it better then me
Hop on the court and I'm shakin' 'em all and I'm cocking back and I'm shooting the 3
Swish in the net then the buzzard go off and I'm winning the game and I'm taking it home
The trophy be sitting on top of my shelf and I'm looking at it and I'm feeling at home
You feel what I'm on, you feeling the song?
You feeling the way I'm bringing the vicious versatility
Start singing it, nobody bringing it better then mine
Started it back in the day and I'm taking it to new levels
Who you rebels? Screw you devils
Thinking you're bringing it better than mine, I'll be making you cry

[Hook: Sampled]
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot